I don’t know how I do it, but each time I’m extremely tired and sleep naked, I have some disturbingly weird dreams. For example, last night I dreamt I was kept captive inside a fortress alongside 30 friends, while the terrorists keeping us were discussing with the governor about our ransom. I escaped (Clint and Steve are little babies compared to the mission impossible I pulled) with a few friends and started to fight those ruffians (who just wouldn’t die). This felt longer than The Lord Lord Of The Rings Special Extended Edition, if it even were possible. I woke up severely confused at the horribly loud ring of my alarm clock, needing at least 4 minutes of staring at my room to recover. At least I’m not as disturbed as Kirk, though. Reminds me of :
a) the period last year I had some problems with logic after sleeping at noon.
b) the repetitive dreams I have about immortal mummies who are chasing me, and the ones where I’m an allied pow.
At school I was pretty out of it, starting with the fact that I only brought the books I had to return to the library and some discs, nothing else, not even a pen. Three hours, a couple of deliveries and a grandious speech delivered by our teacher slash assistant principal about higher education and our goal in life later, I got really bored and skipped the rest of the day. Later I found out that everyone left before our last two periods. What can I say, when it’s about ditching classes, we stand united :)
With this I mark my first post in english. Hip hip hoorah.